What Lies in My Past
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It was Grace.
â€œHi,â€ I replied. I wondered what she wanted. I mean, she was at the funeral and all, but couldnâ€™t she tell that I needed space?
â€œIs everything okay?â€
â€œYeah, I donâ€™t need an intervention, but thanks anyway,â€ I thought. I didnâ€™t text it, though.
â€œYeah, everythingâ€™s fine,â€ I actually messaged her.
â€œIf you need me, Iâ€™m here.â€
I placed the phone next to me. I didnâ€™t really want to speak to anyone. Although I could see the good intentions of those around me, they still werenâ€™t helpful to me due to circumstance. They say that Iâ€™m not alone, and I was honestly glad that they cared. The truth is, I needed to be alone. Each person goes through loss differently. I needed to learn to cope with it for myself and by myself. After taking one last glance at the ceiling fan in that old house, I closed my eyes.
â€œAnna, wake up! Wake up!â€ I heard a voice a say. I opened my eyes and got up to see Jason standing there. I took a step back, ending up falling onto the bed. I slid away from him and shook my head. â€œThis isnâ€™t real. Youâ€™re dead,â€ I said, my voice wavering.
He smiled. I missed that smile. â€œAnd yet, Iâ€™m here,â€ he said, holding his hand out. Slowly, I reached for his hand, before all of a sudden, he fell to the ground. â€œJason!â€ I shouted, before abruptly wakening. Slightly paranoid, I checked the floor. He wasnâ€™t there. I had luckily dreamt it. I checked the time. 11:05 glowed on my phone.
I heard a knock on my bedroom door. â€œGoodbye, Mom,â€ I said. As if she didnâ€™t hear, she slowly opened the door. She sat down next to me on the bed.
â€œIs everything okay, honey?â€ she asked. I nodded. â€œYeah, everythingâ€™s fine.â€ I didnâ€™t even know what â€œfineâ€ was anymore. Obviously, I wasnâ€™t okay. After something like that happens, no one is okay. I wanted to say that to her. I wanted to ask her how I could possibly be okay.
I couldnâ€™t remember an okay time, though. I could remember both sorrow and joy, but not that feeling in the middle. I could remember being a little girl in my fatherâ€™s arms. I could also remember the accident, and the funeral following. I could remember kisses in the rain, but I could also remember Jason leaving. And now, I was experiencing the loss. I couldnâ€™t see okay in any of those memories.